by Amber Heart
When the front door opened he gave Nina a quick pat but didn’t even take his jacket off. “Lynn, honey? I’ll just drop her off now and we can have dinner when I get back.”
“Take-out ok? I’m not feeling up to cooking.”
“Alright love.” He kissed her and brushed her tears away with his thumb. Then turned to me, “Come on Eve. It’s time to meet your new master.”
When imagining our last car ride together, I thought it would largely be in silence. What more would there be to say? In reality though, Master Eric talked almost the whole way into the city. He wanted me to feel safe. My happiness was important. My new master, Garrison, was rich and lived an exciting life that would suit me. I wasn’t alone with a stranger. Garrison was a trusted old friend. His submissives had always seemed happy and well cared for, but if I was ever unhappy I should come right back to Master Eric. He was being too kind…tears started to form but I held them back. It wouldn’t do to meet my new master with red eyes and tear stained cheeks. That was a look he would want to create for himself.
Master Eric parked in the underground garage and we took elevators directly into the skyscraper overlooking the river. Garrison’s loft was on the upper levels. He opened the heavy doors before we had even knocked.
“Hey, man! Come on in. Sorry about last night…”
“Ha. No need. Everyone has to be ‘that guy’ once in a while.”
“God but Lynn was amazing!”
While they talked I took the time to study my new master. He was surprisingly young and handsome; spiked hair, a five o’clock shadow. His clothes looked tailored, expensive and disheveled. In fact, his whole loft looked the same way. Expensive toys lay strewn across the room. The recycling bin was over flowing with champagne bottles.
“This is Eve.”
“Beautiful…” he touched my hair and circled around me while he talked. “I can’t thank you enough. This has got to be the most flattering birthday present I’ve ever gotten.”
“We go way back you and me, and I trust you with my family. With my life. Lynn dressed her by the way. Turn and present.” Master Eric commanded me and I obeyed. He put me through some of our old paces. Even though it had been awhile, I hadn’t forgotten. My skirt whirled out around me as I posed, moved and posed again. My high heels clicked on the floor. Heat suffused my body as I worked for Master Eric one last time. I put everything in to it; filling my gaze with lust. Want me. Love me. Miss me.
“Kneel. Slave position.”
“…that looks like…”
“Yep. ‘Slave Girl of Gor’. I can’t believe a young buck like you recognized it!”
“Hey, I read the classics.”
“Ha!”
They left me in that pose while they wandered off into the loft. Garrison – Master Garrison - wanted to show Master Eric something but I couldn’t hear much more than distant talking and laughing. I briefly considered breaking pose. I was out of practice and my thighs and ankles ached. The stockings didn’t help much as my knees continually wanted to slide wider on the smooth flooring. But I couldn’t do that to Master Eric. His reputation and the value of his gift lay in the fact that I was well trained. If I couldn’t behave on day one…I shuddered thinking of the embarrassment.
Eventually, Master Eric came back and the moment I had been dreading was upon us. He unclipped the collar from around my neck. Tears stung my eyes as I tried to remain stoic. “Eve Christy. You are no longer my slave. Your new master is Garrison Webb. Prove yourself worthy of his collar.” Then he wound up my old collar neatly and stuffed it into his jacket pocket. His voice was a bit rough as he bid Garrison goodnight and walked out.
The door slammed shut and seemed to echo in the cavernous loft. I’m sure didn’t but at that moment my fear was at new heights and all my senses seemed frayed. Even though I had Eric’s word, and of course I trusted him implicitly, I was still alone with a stranger who wished to own me. My heart pounded and I felt so small and vulnerable.
I looked to Master Garrison and was shocked. Gone was the affable fellow who, minutes ago, had led Master Eric around the loft laughing and casually joking. In his place was a Master. His strong jaw was set and his sharp eyes followed every tremble of my body. I licked my lips nervously and fell back on the safety of my training: “Master. How may I serve you?”
“Stand. We’ll have a drink and get to know each other.”
Trying to hide the stiffness that came from holding my pose for so long, I rose awkwardly to my feet. A drink? Get to know each other? What kind of weak master would sip cocktails with his slave? I thought derisively.
“Back straight! Chin up!” he barked and I snapped to attention automatically. “Good reaction time even if your posture is terrible. I would have thought Eric trained up slaves better than this…” I gritted my teeth and a felt my cheeks growing hot.
“…and a temper. Or is it pride? Hmmm. I’m beginning to think Eric dumped a handful on me. Are you going to be trouble?” “Answer me.” He demanded and my mouth opened but no words would come out. “Speak!” he commanded in voice that rattled me to the core.
“Yes, Master!”
“So you will be trouble or you will answer me?”
Flustered and suddenly desperate to please, I blurted, “I will do my best to serve you, Master!”
He stared at me intently. Until last, he nodded and turned away, expecting me to follow. “Your answer is satisfactory. You will have a glass of wine before bed. I’ll show you your room now. I understand you don’t have any bags with you?” I nodded affirmative. I did own a few small keepsakes but Eric had decided to keep them for now. That made me happy, actually. It was the only real sign that he would have trouble letting go of me.
My new room was just off the hallway behind the kitchen. It was small and stark white but it had a window. It had a few luxuries too; a thick down comforter, several pillar candles, all in white.
“Since you don’t have any pajamas, you will sleep in one of my shirts for tonight. We’ll go shopping tomorrow.” I was grateful. Although I love being naked, I wasn’t ready to sleep naked in this new situation. There was too much nervous tension. The tension hit a new peak for me as he rolled down his sleeves and began to unbutton his shirt. Calmly and silently he undid each button and then shrugged the shirt off of his wide shoulders. My breath became shallow as I watched the smooth skin of his chest muscles ripple. What was he planning? Was I ready? Panic and lust warred in me for a few precious seconds. Then master handed me his shirt.
“Goodnight.” He said evenly, turned and left. As the door closed behind him, I clutched the still warm shirt to my chest and took a deep breath of relief. And maybe a touch of disappointment. Examining that thought, I took off my red dress and let my hair down. Yes, my new Master was very handsome… Slipping into his shirt, the spicy scent of his cologne wrapped around me. Sleeping in his shirt was so intimate. His scent would be on my skin in the morning. Had he planned this? But I was tired, too tired to think of all the possibilities. I crawled into bed and let sleep take me away.
In the morning, I awoke slightly disoriented. I suppose I had slept so deeply I had momentarily forgotten where I was. Where was I? Oh yes… Suddenly I was alert and on guard. Where was my new master? Did he need me? Did he, perhaps want me? I paced back and forth in my tiny room trying to decide if I should put on yesterday’s dress immediately or come out in sexy dishabille. I decided to go with the sexy bed kitten look. Brushing my hair out straight I then messed it up again until it had that bed-head style without actually having knots in it. I put on my fancy lingerie, and then put Master’s shirt back on top. Feeling gorgeous, I padded out to the living room barefoot.
Master was awake already, sitting on the leather sofa reading a newspaper. When he saw me, he folded up the paper and pushed his coffee cup in my direction. “Good morning. There’s a pot already brewed in the kitchen. I’ll have some more and you can too, if you like coffee.”
“Good morning, Master.�
�� I smiled brightly at the idea of coffee and turned back to the kitchen. I filled both our cups to the brim. When I got back, he was standing near the coffee checking his phone. He gestured for me to sit on the sofa until he was done. Then he accepted his cup and looked me over thoroughly. “You look very good in my shirt. Especially with the hint of black lingerie underneath… Did Lynn pick that out?” I nodded. “That explains it then. I got a text from her this morning asking how I liked her choice.” I felt my cheeks start to warm. Lynn assumed that he had already stripped me naked. A slight shiver ran down my arms as I considered it. Garrison was very handsome… Did he want to see me naked? I was beginning to think I’d like to show him…
Master said “Come on. Let’s switch places. I want to see more.” He took my half empty cup and grasped my hands, pulling me up from the sofa. Briefly my body pressed full length against him. I could feel the heat of his chest through the fine fabric of his shirt. And then he was taking me by the elbow and leading me right past him. “Step up”, he murmured close to my ear.
I did as he asked and stepped up on to the coffee table. I turned to face him as he flopped down on the sofa with a huge smile on his face. “Gorgeous. What a wonderful way to start a Saturday morning. Do you dance?”
“Yes, Master. I love to dance.” I began a slow sexy sway; keeping my movements sleepy and lush.
“You look too good… I’m betting you danced your heart out at all the night clubs.” I smiled and nodded, letting my hips wind in a mesmerizing circle.
Master let out a low whistle. “That must have been something. Show me more.” Excited and nervous, tucked my hair behind my ear; then let my hand drift down to the buttons running down the front of my shirt – his shirt. Master was tracking my every move. At last, enough buttons were undone that I could slip the shirt off my shoulders and let it pool around my feet. With a neat kick I nudged it off the coffee table leaving myself free to keep dancing.
“Silk and black lace… with side ties…that is a nice touch. Lynn was right to be excited this is a perfect look for you. Turn around.” His eyes were giving me a silent challenge. I laughed. I could do way better than just turn in a circle. I turned, then touched my toes and wiggled my butt. Master groaned exaggeratedly, “You’re going to kill me! God that thong looks painted on… Is it wet like paint?” He reached forward and ran one finger along the tight black silk. I sucked in my breath. Master’s hands were at my hips now. “I’m going to untie this. I have to see your perfect pussy.” I wanted this desperately. Ever so slowly he tugged the string loose and my panties fell away revealing me totally. He was so close I could feel is hot breath fanning across my damp lips. His hands slid across my skin until his thumbs were on my lips, spreading me open so that he could see even more. I gasped and moaned; I was quivering with need.
“Enough!” he growled and pulled me down into his lap. I let out a squeal of surprise as we toppled backwards onto the couch. His hands were all over me at once; hefting my breasts free of the lace bra, sliding down to squeeze my thighs and then back up again. The sensations overwhelmed me and left my head spinning. It was so intense, I couldn’t handle the onslaught. “Wait!” I said jumping up and backing away. I needed a second to think. Oh no, I thought to myself, what am I doing? He smiled and rose to his feet slowly.
I met his eyes at last. He was so sexy… “I don’t want to go,” I blurted. “It’s just…”
“Did you get cold feet all of a sudden?” his voice was velvety soft as he prowled closer.
“Yes, I…” I felt my face growing hot and I trailed off again.
“You haven’t decided whether you want to stay. You haven’t been taken in a long time. Maybe you’re frightened of the rush… Let’s do it this way. I will ask the questions, and you just say ‘Yes, Master’ or ‘No, Master’?” As he spoke he came closer still, backing me up against the wall. We stood mere centimeters apart; skin heated and breathe shallow.
“Uh huh...” I nodded, “I mean - yes, Master.”
“Do you want me?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Do you want me to touch you?”
“Yes, Master.”
Master reached out and cupped my heavy breast. He ran his thumb in circles around my nipple. Sighing, I luxuriated in the pleasure. He took a step forward pressing his body against me and pinning me to the wall. It was cool against my bare bottom and I automatically pushed my hips against his. I could feel his huge erection easily through his thin pants and couldn’t resist grinding against him.
He put his lips against my ear and whispered “Do you want me to fuck you?” It sent electric shivers down my spine.
“Yes, Master!”
Master reached between us and unbuttoned his pants, letting them slide down to his ankles. He stepped free of them carelessly, his eyes never leaving my body. It was if he held me there with just his powerful gaze. I was mesmerized. He bent to give my nipples a quick kiss; then a lick and a deep pulling suck. I moaned lightly and arched, offering my up. Master obliged me for a second, flicking and teasing my nipples, but then quickly rose to press against me again. He grasped my thigh and lifted it to his hip, with the other hand he slipped two fingers into my wet snatch. I gasped and ground against him. It felt fabulous but didn’t do anything to satisfy the need that was building inside me. I craved so much more.
“Oh oh please, Master” I whimpered.
“Hmm? Did you want more than just my fingers?” He swirled his fingers around lazily.
“Yes, Master! Yes!”
Master dipped his hips and touched the head of his large dick to my entrance. He rubbed in a slow circle as I panted and wriggled, half-crazy with need.
“Can you take it? What do you think? Can my little slave handle this much cock?” But he didn’t bother waiting for an answer. He was already pushing up in to me; pressing me harder against the wall as he drove inside. I felt wide open and full at the same time. I let out a helpless moan and clung to his shoulders. Master slowly picked up the pace, grinding up into my body and then retreating – barely. He was working his huge cock deeper and deeper. I was panting wildly now. I couldn’t hold on much longer. His dick was just so big! I cried out as an intense orgasm rolled through my body. I shivered and shook in his arms as my pussy clenched again and again around his dick. He paused for a second and then built back up to a smooth pace. He laughed at the look of glowing pleasure on my face. “I see you don’t have cold feet anymore, slut.” He said driving hard into me. He pounded into me over and over until we were both gasping for air and I wondered if we would knock a hole right through the wall.
“Oh! Oh!” I couldn’t believe I was going to cum again! I wrapped both legs around his waist and hung on tight as waves of pleasure griped my body.
“Bad slave! I can feel you cumming on my cock; soaking my balls” he growled against the side of my throat. “It wasn’t your turn. That’s just greedy to cum twice in a row. But since you like cum so much I’m going to pump you so full of cum, it’s going to pour down your thighs all day.”
With his roar and my scream we both came in great shattering waves. My legs were shaking as he gently lowered us both to the floor. Sweat covered and spent we collapsed against the wall.
“Master?”
“Yes?”
“I’ve decided I’d like to stay.”
He snorted and cuffed me lightly about the ears, pulling me down to curl up in his lap.. “As if it was ever really your choice. Face it, you are a cock hungry slut. Eric couldn’t have been keeping up with you. He’s not a young scene-ster anymore.”
I frowned sadly, it was true but I never wanted to admit it. Eric, Lynn and Nina would always have a place in my heart. As if reading my mind, Master spoke, “They’re my friends too and they’ll always be part family. I might even let you sleep with them from time to time.”
“Really?!” I said excitedly.
He laughed and pinched me, “Slut.”
Trust Fund Bad Boy
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sp; A Bad Boy Romance
By Amber Heart
Chapter One
Opal
Opal set aside yet another of one her delicious lunches, having barely had enough time to touch it. She was working through lunch for what felt like the millionth time in a row, and taking more than a few minutes to eat something seemed impossible. Wiping the crumbs from her desk, she frowned at the thought of that scrumptious quesadilla going to waste. But there would be plenty of time for relaxing lunches and more, once this big job was finished successfully.
"How are you doing on those concept sketches, Judith?"
"I knew you were going to ask me that, just like I knew you were going to skip out on lunch, again. Sweety, you really need to let yourself take a proper break. At least eat something substantial for once." Judith had such a graceful way about her, even when she was being bossy. Her peaceful, delicate features never matched up with any of her more forceful words.
"Hey, I'll make you a deal," replied Opal with a slight smirk showing on her face, "We can go to an all-you-can-eat buffet and I'll shove down buckets of chicken wings and potato salad until you're satisfied. How does that sound to you?"
"You really have a mouth on you," said Judith with a soft shake of her head. "It's a good thing you're my best friend, or I'd think you were being a smart ass." It didn't quite suite Judith when she swore, not by the look of her. She was so seemingly innocent, petite, straight brown hair, doll face. But she certainly had a wild streak in her. That barely ever showed while they were working though. Judith had started out as Opal's assistant, but had worked so impressively that Opal had pushed to have her as her lead illustrator at the marketing agency where they worked.
